Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. I am sad to report that Leader Otis has officially suspended his campaign to become the next President of the United States. Immediately after He made His announcement to Brother Henry and I He went downstairs to the basement and jumped up into a dingy little cubby hole to hide from the world. He looked really miserable.
The Leader cited several reasons for suspending His campaign. First of all, He said that He started to have doubts when several days passed without Him seeing a single Otis for POTUS bumper sticker or Tabbycats party emblem on any of the cars driving by outside. He was further discouraged when He tried to call the major television networks to see if He could run some ads and they just kept hanging up on Him because they didn’t speak Catonese. He confidence took another hit when His stump speech was poorly received by the public (meaning Thomas). But the final deciding factor was that He went online to see what He needed to do to get His name on the ballot and discovered that He needed to be at least 35 years old to run for president.
The age limit came as a shock to Leader Otis as He is only about six-and-a-half years old. He also saw it as a deliberate slight against Feline-Americans because almost no cats ever live to the age of 35. Nothing Brother Henry or I said could cheer The Leader up after He made his announcement, but I knew of something that could. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and yowled until one of the Guardians came downstairs. As soon as she saw Leader Otis she scooped Him up and took Him upstairs to comfort Him.
I don’t even think the Guardians knew that Leader Otis had been running for President, but it didn’t matter. The cuddles and care provided by the Guardian worked their magic on the Leader and brought His spirits back up. He eventually fell asleep next to her on the couch, and He looked like He was carrying a much lighter burden when He did. I’m sure He’s going to be sad for a little while, but I’m also sure that He will soon come up with another scheme to try to spread the word about keeping cats happy, healthy and safely contained. You just can’t keep a good cat down.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver